I’ve read that some other guys like the way women’s underwear feels. My experience so far ranges from uncomfortable to acceptable. I’ve always been very happy to return to my Calvin Klein red boxer briefs. This time, I’m not so sure. For some reason, this thong stays up even when I am not wearing anything else. The front comfortably accommodates my genitals and the rear string sits comfortably as well. I won’t comment on the style. I like this thong much better when it is covered by pants. I’m definitely not a cross dresser. But, what can I say? This thong feels great.For the record, I have some male thongs from Obviously. They are fine and fit well. But they do ride down in the back sometimes and the front is not as comfortable as this purple thong. Weird.
Anyway, I’m sure you are getting bored with my underwear adventures. Mrs. Lion has done a great job finding humiliating things for me to wear. Last night she had me model a lace bra. This number looked totally silly on me. There is no way I can rationalize wearing it. It is female-only underwear. Wearing a bra is way more embarrassing than wearing frilly panties.
She also had me try on — get this — a rosebud baby doll set that included a top that came down just below my belly button and a thong in a matching pattern. You can see it here. It looks a thousand times better on the model than it does on me. Holy shit! There are still a scary pile of undies I haven’t modeled yet.
Mrs. Lion is working out how she will integrate forced cross dressing into our daily lives. In the short time we have been doing it, she either lays out a panty or tells me to wear my regular male underwear. I’ve only worn the bra for a few seconds.
There’s no question that I’m embarrassed wearing this stuff. I think that Mrs. Lion is enjoying the shopping and perhaps is thinking of ways to use forced cross dressing to further humiliate me. It’s all harmless fun for her. I like the way having her make me wear things makes me feel.
More interesting, she seems to enjoy this. She’s having fun shopping for me and appears to get a kick out of seeing me wearing frilly things. She frowns when she doesn’t think the item works well for me; like the baby doll camisole. I think she is genuinely interested in creating a feminine wardrobe for me. I know for a fact that she is having more fun than I.